(Mike)
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And the band played on
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As the helicopters whirred
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Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
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My senses finally blurred
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He was a rock, to the end, a solid reminder
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Couldn't deny a friend
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(Mike & Jian)
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We lived in the noise and the sweet amber poison
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(Mike)
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Peekin' up the skirt of the end
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And we'd drink, two gnarly dudes and some records
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Much like plates of black food
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(Mike & Jian)
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We filled up our faces, saw some far places
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(Mike)
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Stood on the roof in the nude
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(All)
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And the band played on
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As the helicopters whirred
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Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
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My senses finally blurred
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(Mike)
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Between poles, he said "We're like cows in the grass"
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Brushing off flies
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(Mike & Jian)
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Chaise lounging around, standing up, falling down
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(Mike)
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Till we no longer opened our eyes
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And we'd drink, ever notice how drinking's like war?
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Cup o' troops o'er the gums
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(Mike & Jian)
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To the end of our health, a campaign 'gainst myself
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(Mike)
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Armed with bourbons and scotches and rums
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(All)
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And the band played on
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As the helicopters whirred
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Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
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My senses finally blurred
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(Mike)
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Think of bombs, we're poised on the edge of disaster
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Whether it's right or it's wrong
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(Mike & Jian)
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We opened the window, played some Nintendo
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(Mike)
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Sang a few bars of some pretty old song:
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(All)
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Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
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Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
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(Mike)
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I'll see you in my dreams
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Oh to dream, those impotent bones of extinction
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Flying graceful and free
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(Mike & Jian)
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None but the best 'cause the man cannot rest
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(Mike)
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Till he's finally beaten his me
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(All)
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And the band played on
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As the helicopters whirred
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Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
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My senses finally blurred
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(Mike)
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Till the end, he passed out on the sundeck that morning
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Quietly saying goodbye
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(Mike & Jian)
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But I was so hammered I sputtered and stammered
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(Mike)
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Told him he couldn't just die
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He was a rock, went straight for his own Armageddon
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Face froze in a grin
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(Mike & Jian)
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Ambulance flyin' in, I never drank again
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(Mike)
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Can't really call that a loss or a win
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(All, acappella)
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And the band played on
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As the helicopters whirred
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Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
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My senses finally blurred
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From the Liner:
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(Mike-lead vocal; Murray-vocals; Jean-vocals, bomb; Dave-vocals, guitar, accordion)
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The Drinking Song
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| Moxy Fruvous |
